Backed up against the wall, no where to run to, no one to turn to, no light to illuminate your innocence nor float to you the peace you had longingly desired.
You feel helpless, feel so stupid, so foolish and the knife situated by your throat, the gun shining so bright in his hand never cease to instill fear, guilt and regret deep within your soul.
You wish you had experienced happiness to its pinnacle...
Wish you had made more friends and live as merry as you could...
And I'm sure you wish you had crept home to spend time with your family instead of stepping foot down this dark and lifeless alley.
I bet you too wish you had enjoyed your days instead of spending them over-working yet still being underpaid...
And I could bet on my gun that you're crying not because I'm about to take your life, but because you didn't live it right.
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Summary: Basically, it said to count your days and enjoy them fully because your death might be laying right around that dark, lone and bloodlust corner and guess what?
You wouldn't know.
My moral: Always aim to enjoy your life, try out new things, fix your loose ends because you'll never know when your time will come.
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Poems From The Heart
PoeziePoems molded from the emotions that taints the heart, the words I've garnered from my thoughts and the beauty that lives in my past. ©Copyright2020 All poems in this book were written by me @fujoshiiiiiiiiiii. Therefore, no part of this book should...
